"Jiangnan has sent battle reports. King of Sannan is reinforcing troops at the border and drilling soldiers. The situation does not look optimistic." Marquis Zhenbei's expression was grave. The smoke of Ningzhou's battles had just dissipated, yet Sannan was stirring trouble again, and during the peace talks, no less.
Xie Zhang looked at the confidential report sent by Marshal Fang, his face heavy with concern. Marshal Fang and Marquis Zhenbei had guarded the south and north respectively for years, mutually watching over each other, their bond deep. With Marshal Fang stationed in Jiangnan, Marquis Zhenbei could fight the Beiman unrestrained. This was precisely why, with Marshal Fang overseeing Jiangnan, even the influential families, despite their fears of the Marquis Mansion, did not dare plot against them secretly for years. Marshal Fang had even sent his most capable eldest son, Fang Chuning, to Ningzhou.
